Persistence.
And I tell you, ask and you will receive; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives; and the one who seeks, finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened (Lk 11:9-10).
Seems like i have been asking all my life; i have received much, but perhaps i was not asking the right questions or i was not listening because the answer was not one i was ready to accept.
Seems like i have been seeking all my life; i have found great and wondrous things, but still find myself seeking. In pride i might say i am persistent, but i know better. Never content? Hunting the new? In a time and place of such great wealth and comfort, my seeking has become self-interested, like the Buddhist's hungry ghost who is fat with greed but with such a small mouth that he can never satiate his hunger.
Seems like i have been knocking all my life, but truly, on the wrong doors.
In pride i might say i am persistent, yet i know better to accept snakes and scorpions from the wicked and insolent. There have been many doors which have allowed me to rest under rich fruit trees on the banks of glorious rivers. I have found enough to inspire me and keep me asking questions ... hopefully, the right questions.
How much more will the Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him? (Lk 11:13) I do not presume to know what the Lord shall give, but age has humbled me. When someone knocks on my door, i will try with mindfulness and faith to open the door and greet my guest with the same smile as i would the Lord Himself (Blessed is the servant of the Lord St. Alphonsus Rodriguez!)
Deo gratias.
And I tell you, ask and you will receive; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives; and the one who seeks, finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened (Lk 11:9-10).
Seems like i have been asking all my life; i have received much, but perhaps i was not asking the right questions or i was not listening because the answer was not one i was ready to accept.
Seems like i have been seeking all my life; i have found great and wondrous things, but still find myself seeking. In pride i might say i am persistent, but i know better. Never content? Hunting the new? In a time and place of such great wealth and comfort, my seeking has become self-interested, like the Buddhist's hungry ghost who is fat with greed but with such a small mouth that he can never satiate his hunger.
Seems like i have been knocking all my life, but truly, on the wrong doors.
In pride i might say i am persistent, yet i know better to accept snakes and scorpions from the wicked and insolent. There have been many doors which have allowed me to rest under rich fruit trees on the banks of glorious rivers. I have found enough to inspire me and keep me asking questions ... hopefully, the right questions.
How much more will the Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him? (Lk 11:13) I do not presume to know what the Lord shall give, but age has humbled me. When someone knocks on my door, i will try with mindfulness and faith to open the door and greet my guest with the same smile as i would the Lord Himself (Blessed is the servant of the Lord St. Alphonsus Rodriguez!)
Deo gratias.
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